Angel In My Dream

I found this poem in one of my notebooks. I thought it was pretty cool.

A glorious figure floated from the sky. The brilliant angel landed lightly next to me. A stream of light illuminated his body: an image of perfection in itself. His white wings embraced me, shielding my heart. A word he then whispered, from God himself, "Love." I woke to the morning sun softly gracing my face. The beauty was fading and I longed to remember the angel's Word. The command God game me now lies lost; buried in my soul.